He shoved his hand into his hair, forcing himself to stop talking. His arguments would make no difference. He wanted to explain how very little use they would be to Draco or to anyone, if they wound up dead for taking the wrong side at the wrong time, but perhaps logic wasn't really the best tack to take. He turned slowly, laying his hands on the mattress and looking her in the eye. "I promise you," he said, struggling to keep a level tone. "Whatever happens, whenever it happens - I will be there, and I will keep him safe. He's my own blood, my only son. You must believe me. I'll bring him home to you."